Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome to My Hood (remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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I'm for real about this shit This the remix (welcome to my hood) Let's go (Where the hood at?) Remix (where the hood at?) Remix (where the hood at?) Remix Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, uh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, uh (YMCMB) Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood (Miami Dade County) Them boys will put you down on your knees (305) Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em) That's the sound of the police in my hood (Luda!) Everybody on the corner with the work Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store (oh) Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast With this bottle full of 'gnac, I'm a sip this slow (oh) Singles double when triple beams takeover Now holla 'cause these Impalas got extreme makeovers (woo) Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now Wear the wrong color, catch a Rodney King beatdown Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures While Luda's gettin' head, more gums than baby pictures (woo) Cocked my .40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy) We run from red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winnin' like Charlie Sheen Hey, Teddy Pain, bad man Lick shots (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang) Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot, fire, flame (flame, flame), fire (fire), flame Put me on the track and I'ma really let a muthafucka feel it When I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test, come and test You can bet that I'm eat 'em all day (fuck food) 850 what I represent ('sent) Talla-home Florida President ('dent) Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin' hesitant, yeah (ow) So keep all of that wackness out my hear (Pew, pew) that's the sound of your career in my hood I hope you niggas got your ringside seats 'Cause it's whoop ass season Coming to a hood near you Everybody know what happen when you see me comin' (back up) I be hurdlin' and got ya regurgitatin' and murderin' everything Gun shot (bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah) Y'all know what it is I'm comin' to get it, ain't nothin' can block it I'm runnin' the hood, nigga, nothin' can top it And you can Google it or you can search it (woo) How a nigga come and unlock it, impossible for you to stop it (damn) (More fire, done di place) now go and heed the villain You're like "he's injured" and probably need a medical situation Because the way I'm fuckin' everything up 'til the people dead Why you tryna do it? You already know that I'm the King with it And you don't wanna come behind me with it, bro (huh) I killed this shit, I ain't gotta rhyme no more Welcome to my hood Welcome to my hood where board members and faculty Backin' me if you ever try attackin' me That could be when I eat 'em, especially when I beat 'em When they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me I'm an anomaly to 'em Put 'em on crutches, with succulent verses such as the one that's kicking up ruckus Munch as I smoke a Dutchess, and model bitches that cut us And motherfuckas that love us, and enemies wanna touch us I'm a spit a flow as if it was a sin (what?) Then the gangstas are blessing them forever (ahh) See a silent four, put it on the fin (what?) Then you know to never test him, it'll be a category F5 (ay) Handle military with automatic weapons, so let's ride (ahh) Love to the Hundreds, and everybody that runnin' them north And the whole city, and I'm from the westside (w'appen to dem?) Welcome to di Gully where we no take bad up Big spliff inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup You see the gyaldem we have up it's like some angels abduct Them fat and grab up, y'ah hear me? When you pass the gate, written at the entrance "Violate, straight death sentence" To live, you must be great, to be a snake, no repentance We comin' at you with vengeance (welcome to my hood) Never slippin', I'm ballin' Puff keep on callin' I don't see none of you pussies (I ain't tryna hear that shit) Fuck that shit you be talkin' Rep Miami, the ghettos (Dade County) Every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles I'm droppin' one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins (God, forgive me) I gave you hits, I gave you "All I Do Is Win" (I won't stop) I live this shit and We The Best, it's no pretend (I'm for real about this) I'm touchin' millions, throwin' hundreds in this bitch (Uptown, swagged up, let's get it) Real nigga, number one (yeah) Hustle fly with my son (Junior) Come from Uptown (believe that) G5 Tommy gun (Tommy gun) Red flag every day, hundred mil' ready to spray (ready to spray) Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plates Blowin' on some good nigga (on some good, nigga) Feelin' good nigga (feelin' good, nigga) Stunna Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga (on the wood, nigga) You understand? Shinin' like I know we should (like I know we should) Birdman, YMCMB, we good, nigga (Broward!) Ace Hood in this bitch, ho Kickin' down in your front door Knock knock, you hear the Glock cock And that thing pop on that .44 (brrah) Posted on it, that same block I'm in the drop top with that bank roll Young nigga, I'm out here, can't name a place that I can't go Ridin' 'round with 'bout fifty grand And they wonder what did that safe hold Middle finger them Feds And that's what I pledge a part of my G Code Man, fuck them prosecutors, hustla connoisseur It's We The Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor, bitch (welcome to my hood) Good coke, hard rock stashed in the body shop Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops Niggas gettin' left right in front of the Mobile Precinct Leave 'em like them Jordans, red dot, leakin' I'm fifteen when I first started coppin' pies You 46 just turnin' blood? Stop it, 5 It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things Hoop dreams, dunkin' over cars, let the choir sing (welcome to my hood) Yo, it's that black raw, black dawg Pullin' up on that black hog Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off But now I got platinum plaques in the back of the 'bach And I'm back with Dre again Aftermath, We The Best Me and Khaled, Dre and Em' Detox, RED, that's back to the back Step in the club with my hat to the back Nigga, I'm so hood even though I'm livin' good Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat Drop a couple stacks then it's back to the trap Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the 'Lac Red rum, if you try it Nigga, it's Westside, throw it up now (welcome to my hood) They knockin' packs off (off) They lettin' gats off (off) Medicaid benefit cards, scratch offs (mh) Savin' every dime (yeah) Tryna choke a quarter And they ain't sellin' crack (nah) They sellin' coke and water (woo) Smokin' or ya snortin' (ah), they coppin' all the Jordans (yeah) Nothing's more important, steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (yup) I'm gettin' to the money (money) I need another comma Some of 'em love the drama (yeah) More than they love they mama (welcome to my hood) (yeah) Welcome to the land of the trill Where everybody walkin' with they hand on the steel And the model is a supply and demand, and at will You get outta line with the wrong man and get killed When ya damned if you will, damned if you won't Lotta dudes sayin' that they can but they don't And a lotta boys sayin' that they G's but they ain't Mess around, get laid down in the paint Better do what you say, say what you do 'Fore I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew They got FN's, AR's and K's with 'em, too And they will gladiate all day, what it do (what it do) RIP to the trillest that did it To my G's on lockdown, acquitted Think I'm a stop reppin' PAT? Forget it (Riverdale!) Waka Flocka, Wacka Flocka Welcome to Clayton County, my house got surrounded (uh, uh, uh, uh) The industry tryna drown me but my hood still around me (Riverdale) Rookie of the year, no freshman cover (yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty sixteen years old, with 4 baby mothas First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET (uh-huh) And since Pac go to Hollywood and keep it street (uh) First Woo to put T. Rodgers on TV Every day it's a party on Grove street We The Best Forever June 28th It's gon' be a hot summer